Keira Leaf subconsciously raised her hand to grab the hand of the person who had approached her, intending to pry it open, but the faint fragrance emanating from the handkerchief quickly filled her breathing. Before she could even struggle, her vision began to blur bit by bit, and she gradually lost consciousness.
At this moment, guests had already been waiting inside the church. Although the solemn Western church was small in scale, it was quite dignified. With meticulous decoration, it looked dreamy as if it were a palace of fairy music.
As the Roman numeral clock quietly moved, guests on the wooden long benches on both sides couldn't help but glance sideways, anticipating the arrival of the bride and groom.
